She twisted and cried out in agony as the poison from the glistening white web dripped onto her skin. Each drop inflicted more pain than any fire she could imagine. Welts formed across her arms, legs, and torso. Angry, red and bleeding welts from the accursed whip. Her sweat poured into the wounds, stinging constantly. All hope of lying still gone. She twisted again from the pain, drops of poison fell again from the disturbed web, another lash of the whip, another stinging welt formed, more fearful sweat........

Bythnara watched the helpless woman writhe within the web. "What did you do?" Bythnara asked her. The woman shivered at hearing the voice of her tormenter. "I did nothing." She replied defiantly. "Lies!" The crack of the whip echoed through the caverns, followed by a scream of terror and pain. ......................

"Girl!" Hearing that hated voice once more, she opened her eyes with dread. Not knowing how long she had been suspended in the magical web of poison, she had become disoriented and obedient.

Bythnara stood in front of her prisoner, holding her ceremonial whip, the black ceremonial cloak tied at her neck. Candles lit the large cavern, the light casting her dark shadow on every wall. Her pets, as she called them, lurked in every corner; hounds the color of fire, the strong and deadly black steeds, and spiders watching Bythnara's every move.

"What did you do?" Bythnara asked her once more. "I strayed from the path of Lloth." The prisoner replied weakly, her eyes downcast and her body shivering.

"And now your house is mine." Bythnara told her smugly. "I will turn this house into a school for worthy students, train them in the ways of Lloth, to become priestesses and servants of the church. Lloth has guided me to do this, your mistakes are now my opportunity. And to think," she goaded the prisoner, "you claimed to be a priestess."

Bythnara lifted her arm through the air as if waving goodbye and the poisonous web disintegrated. The fallen priestess crashed to the cold stone floor. Bythnara turned her back and began walking towards the exit tunnel.

"Feast well my pets." Bythnara smiled darkly as she heard the excited skittering of spiders' legs, scrapings of claws, and the pawing of hoofs echo across the cavern floor.